Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
Sarah Brightman
The water is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
O, down in the meadows the other day
A-gathering flowers both fine and gay
A-gathering flowers both red and blue
I little thought what love can do
I leaned my back up against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke
And so did my false love to me
A ship there is, and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in;
I know not if I sink or swim
O, love is handsome and love is fine
And love's a jewel while it is new
But when it is old, it growth cold
And fades away like morning dew